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Hey Guys, so I've really fallen in love with this show and thought I'd have a go at writing a story myself. I've always been a big history buff, so the premise of the show drew me in right away. I'm going to try my best to be as historically accurate as possible but there will most likely be inaccuracies in my story as I will be putting my own perspective on certain historical events, drawing on facts and spinning it into fiction. (If that makes sense.)

Also, I know we're only five episodes in to the season but I'm totally shipping Wyatt and Lucy, so that might just find it's way into the story.

Hope you enjoy!

July 19, 1692

Salem Village, Massachusetts

Dark grey clouds filled the sky as the low rumble of thunder could be heard off in the distance, setting an ominous tone to an already grim day. The villagers were all gathered together on the outskirts of town, at the bottom of a small hill, to bear witness to the execution of five witches. The accused were thirty nine year old Sarah Good, fifty seven year old Elizabeth Howe, seventy one year old Susannah Martin, seventy one year old Rebecca Nurse and sixty five year old Sarah Wildes. They had been found guilty of witchcraft by the Court of Oyer and Terminer and had been sentenced to hang.

A few moments later, the sound of a cart could be heard coming down the small dirt road as everyone turned their heads to the right, trying to get a good look as the procession made its way towards them.

It was led by Reverend Samuel Parris, who had a Bible in hand and a grim look on his face. Alongside him stood High Sheriff George Corwin, a young man of twenty six but he carried himself in a way that made him appear much older than his years. They were followed by Chief Magistrate William Stoughton, Crown Attorney Thomas Newton and Court Clerk Stephen Sewall.

Trailing these men was the sturdy wooden cart, being pulled by two horses, with the five women sitting inside of it, their hands bound in front of them and their heads downcast. They were surrounded on both sides by sergeants carrying halberds as they were keeping a close eye on the crowd to ensure they didn't interfere.

The cart soon came to a halt underneath a large tree, five nooses already attached to a sturdy branch extending outward from the tree. They had been a little unsure of how to go about executing five women at once but were confident that the branch would be able to withstand the weight of the women and so they would be all be hanged simultaneously.

Sheriff Corwin hopped aboard the cart, along with a sergeant, as together the two men attached the nooses around the women's necks.

"Thou art making a grave mistake." Rebecca Nurse finally spoke up as she looked down at Reverend Parris.

"Silence thy mouth witch." Reverend Parris reprimanded as he looked up at her, eyes burning with hatred as his mouth was set in a firm line.

"Thou wilt doom this village with thy actions Reverend." Rebecca warned.

"Thou art wrong. I am saving this village with mine actions. Tis thy wickedness that is threatening to undo us all but God in his most wondrous mercy has exposed all of thee for what thou truly are." Parris said, turning his back on them as he faced the villagers.

"Good people of Salem Village, hark to what I has't to sayeth! These witches hath tried to destroy us, to corrupt our young daughters and afflict them with terrible diseases but no more! Today their reign of terror ends! God hath opened our eyes to this threat and hath provided for us once more. We no longer has't to live in fear of these women, for today they payeth for their sins with death." Parris began as the crowd broke into cheers, shouts ringing out as they pressed towards the cart, the sergeants having to hold them at bay with the halberds.

"Rid us of their wickedness!"

"Hang them!"

"Kill them all!"

Reverend Parris held out his arms to them as he waited for them to quiet down.

"And so the time cometh." He began, turning to face the women.

"Please, reverend I beg of thee. I am innocent, we all art." Sarah Good pleaded.

"All of thou has't confessed. All art guilty." Reverend Parris said firmly.

"I has't done no such thing!I has't not confessed." Sarah protested.

"Enough! I wilt not listen to one more word out of thy lying, treacherous mouth." Parris said, nodding towards Sheriff Corwin as he stood by the front of the horses.

"May God has't mercy on thy souls." Reverend Parris finshed as Corwin prodded the horses. They slowly began to move away from the tree as one by one the women dropped off of the cart, dropping about a foot or so into the empty air. The ropes dug into their necks cutting off their airway as they were slowly being strangled, their bodies fighting violently against it as they thrashed about. After what seemed an eternity it was finally over as all the women hung motionless, eyes gazing lifelessly ahead, bodies swaying ever so gently in the breeze.

Reverend Parris stared grimly ahead at them, Bible clutched tightly in his hands as he wore a determined look on his face. This was only the beginning. He would not rest until he had purged the entire town of this wickedness. It was his purpose, his mission. And nothing was going to stop him. . . .